Irony of a Throat Infection.

My throat is killing me, It has formed a formidable pair with the weather and has made me defenseless. Hectic work life has not been good to me either contributing to the factor. Work on other hand is rather fun. Books, books and books and yeah there are a lot of other stuff, but it involves around the books sector. Thursday i have to go for my second time on air with this voice. good luck.

My deepest fear is not that i do not care at all, but i care too much. I want to please everyone i can. The sense of gratification, when someone tells me a simple thanks and tell me those words ” thank you for changing my life”., is the most anyone can ask for. I think i might have taken it a step ahead and i expect many to be on the same ground.

I do think a lot on how others feel before i pass a comment or indulge in a conversation with others. I do not like the fact that i should he harsh, thought at times it’s necessary. Then, i would go back and talk to the person again. This character of me is rather weak. My friends criticize me for being too formal, being too unselfish and at times it is rather annoying i suppose. They want me to take rights on people and say it. I guess i do not unless i wish to.It’s just me and i like the idea of being me.i find myself too old for certain games in life, but i guess it’s the latter that makes life special.

I blamed nature for not letting me enjoy the blissfulness in life. As a matter of fact, i earned the sorrow myself by involving in two different scenarios.

I wanna scream.